Scott x Warren
Scott held onto the winged mutant tightly, his arms wrapped around his lover's neck. Warren was careful to make sure that Scott was steady in his hold. They were high up in the air, the cool wind blew erratically, sending their hair in a frenzy. Scott tried his best to press his body closer to Warren in attempt to gather warmth in his body.
"Are we close?" Scott asked, as a shiver went down his spine.
"Almost."
Scott looked at the aerial view below them. All the times he's been flying the X-Jet, Scott never saw the city's skyline like this before. The city glowed with yellow and blue lights and the sun slowly setting created a purple and orange mixture in the sky. It was absolutely breathtaking to Scott and it reminded him how cooped up he was in the mansion.
A small breeze came and Scott shuddered and pressed his nose against Warren's neck and whispered, "Shit, it's cold." He shut his eyes and waited for the ride to be over.
When Warren stopped, Scott opened his eyes. Night had already came and purple-orange sky was replaced with dark blue. They hovered over a roof. There a round table set with white cloth and a pair of plates and utensils. A candle stood in the center, waiting to be lit.
"Okay, we're here." Warren announced.
"Dinner?" Scott questioned.
"Yep! And a perfect view of New York City," Warren added.
Scott grinned. He was right about the view. "I like it."
Warren smiled back and kissed Scott on the lips. "I'm glad you do."